Rose Maria Woodson

by Rose Maria Woodson

your pill bottles congregate,
a small choir silent as rain.
They were not the bridge
we hoped.
We never wanted eternity.
Just another day.
Another sparrow singing.
Another cup of tea.
Another parachute of breath
to drift us to sunrise.
The cats are looking for you.
I am looking for you.
Somewhere a desert is not
a desert.
Some thing blooms,
rises from drought.
Some cactus dreams &
brings itself flowers.
I don’t know how to do this,
so I keep
walking in to your dark
bedroom, night after night,
turning on the lights.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 23, Issue 4.

Rose Maria WoodsonRose Maria Woodson is the author of two chapbooks, Skin Gin, 2018 QuillsEdge winner and The Ombre of Absence (Dancing Girl Press) as well as the mini-chapbook, Dear Alfredo (Pen and Anvil). She has been published in Inkwell, Revolute, Oyez Review, Third Wednesday Magazine, Crack The Spine and elsewhere. She holds an MA in creative writing from Northwestern University.

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